A Lesson From My Grandaughter

Baabaa’s Story

I know a rabbit named Baabaa.  She had downy pure white fur with soft pink on the inside of her ears.  Her eyes were bright and sparkling.  She had an orange scarf around her neck.  There was a zipper on her underside that opened to a little pocket that carried a tiny baby bunny.  Baabaa came to live with a little girl with red hair when she was just a baby and became her constant companion. When the little girl is tired or afraid she pulls Baabaa close to her face and whispers in the soft pink ears.  The scarf was lost long ago.  The eyes are dull and scratched.  The zipper is broken and the tiny baby bunny has been put away for safe keeping.  She has been washed so many times that her permanent color is grey.  Her coat is matted and worn.  The ears which once were so lovely are her roughest part.   She has been held and dragged and kissed and loved until she is misshapen, stained and unrecognizable as a rabbit. There was one horrible episode where she was lost in a store and the little girl spent the night crying… and worrying about where she was… and would she ever see her again.  She was retrieved the next morning by the girl’s mother and was quickly kissed and hugged and cried over with much relief.  From that point on the little girl was more careful with her.  She held her tighter when they ventured out.

What is Baabaa worth?  Sadly, she would not fetch even 25 cents at a garage sale.  Most people would throw her away if they found her, but to one little girl, with red hair, Baabaa’s price is far above rubies.  Baabaa would be a very foolish rabbit indeed if she was proud and bragged about how valuable she was.  Her value lies only in being loved by a little girl named Ashlee.  Without Ashlee her value is less than nothing.  There is nothing good or valuable in her.

We are like Baabaa.  We are worn and bedraggled and misshapen.  We have no worth, but there is someone who loves us and in that is our value.  We would be foolish people indeed to brag about how good and valuable we are.  No, our only value is in being loved by a good and wonderful God.  A God who chooses to use broken and weak people to do amazing things.

For consider your calling, brethren, that there were not many wise according to the flesh, not many mighty, not many noble; but God has chosen the foolish things of the world to shame the wise, and God has chosen the weak things of the world to shame the things which are strong, and the base things of the world and the despised God has chosen, the things that are not, so that He may nullify the things that are, so that no man may boast before God.  But by His doing you are in Christ Jesus, who became to us wisdom from God, and righteousness and sanctification, and redemption, so that, just as it is written, “LET HIM WHO BOASTS, BOAST IN THE LORD.”   I Corinthians 1:26-31

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